Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.